My second fantasy, which followed not long after the first, was again about a bikini clad barefoot woman, this time in the playground, all of the play equipment wet after it had recently been raining.  She used the swings and her bottom got wet, went down the slide on her front and it soaked her tits, spun round on the roundabout through the rain collecting water all over her body and had to walk barefoot over the wet grass.  Before going home she'd put her boots on, but not before filling them with wet mud before plunging her bare feet into them.

It would be a while before I would become interested in her taking the bikini off, but trust me that development came and I still have sexy fantasies about the park at the bottom of our road to this day, although now they are far less innocent.

Over the next few years, my fantasies became shaped by what I saw on television, in magazines and the numerous posters advertising adult videos for rental at a local corner shop.  Obviously I can't remember all the fantasies I had, or the exact order of the ones I do have, but I'll share with you the ones I do remember that took me into my teens.

At some point I saw a film on ITV.  I can't remember what it was called, who was in it or what on Earth it was about, but it started with a bunch of cool kids rocking about in a late 50's/early 60's American car, one with fins, probably a Caddy.  It seemed to keep branching off into dream sequences, one of which was a male and female in a snowy wilderness running around in black underwear. The man got swiftly edited out, but the woman lost and alone in her lingerie would become one of my most enduring fantasies.